IN WHICH DRUGS AND DEMONS DON'T MIX
"Merloyn, my dear! What delicious soup you've made for me," Nevar said, grinning from his position on the humungous bed.
"It's not much really, just threw a few things in," she replied, walking further into the room. Yeah, you know, just the usual. Leek, smoked salmon, rat poison….
"Well, c'mon, Merloyn. Sit down. You really have to tell me about what you can do. They say not two laudabilises are the same, you know," Nevar said cheerily.
Merloyn carefully sat down on the corner of the bed furthest from the molwordenack. You can't tell him everything, she thought, and put down what you already can do.
"Well, erm.. I haven't really been trained so not much. Just a little healing of minor wounds, my spells and enchantments are a little stronger than normal and a small amount of wandless magic. That's about it really," she replied.
Nevar was nodding slightly as he listened to her speak. "Well, I'm sure with a little bit of training you'll be the most powerful being in the whole of Europe. Well, second to me of course, we can't have you planning mutiny now can we?"
Oh, but I've already planned mutiny. Executed the plan too.
"Oh, you don't have to worry about that, Benzoate. You're so nice to me that the thought wouldn't even cross my mind. But now you have to get some sleep. I'm a laudabilis, not a miracle worker. Getting thrown back like that could have caused internal bleeding and I'm not very good at that. Just try to get some sleep," she suggested.
"That's a good suggestion, Merloyn, but I'm feeling awfully nauseous at the moment. Excuse me for a minute," he said and made a move to get up.
Oh, no you don't, she thought. I've tried too hard to get that stuff down your throat. You're not about to spew it back up again.
"It's just the medicine, I put in it. It tastes horrible on its own so I figured I'd just put a small drop in your soup," she began, gently pushing him back down. "It takes forever to make, so just try to fight the urge okay? That's the horrible thing about it. Great stuff, people just can't keep it in their stomachs for long though."
"If that's what you say," he sighed.
The laudabilis slowly got up and walked through the bedroom door as soon as she saw that the evil entity on the bed was asleep.
That's it. Let the poison do the work now, 'Mione. It kills when you're asleep. She could hear a strangled cough coming from the other side of the door. Perfect.